Ok, on with the show. I don't own Ugly Betty etc, as I may have said before.
Betty grabbed her coat, and started to run down the stairs. Daniel shouted after her "Betty, where are you going?!"
"Never mind! I'll be back soon!" she replied hurriedly. She hailed a cab, and went to her Queens home.
She burst in through the front door. "Betty, what are you doing home?" asked Justin.
"Something weird is happening at Mode. I just need to rest here and figure out a plan."
"Well, Mom's doing something in the kitchen. Me and Dad are watching 'Singing in the Rain' on TV. Come on, it's nearly 'Good Morning'!"
Betty followed her nephew into the lounge. Her father was sitting on the couch. She sat down next to him while Justin danced along with the film.
"Betty, why are you home?" Ignacio asked.
"It's a weird story – Dad, why are you still in your pyjamas?"
"I'm an old man, I deserve to relax."
"I told him that it was totally unhygienic." Justin chipped in. "But would he listen? No. Clothes can make a huge impression, you know…" A waltz tune started up from nowhere. No one heard Betty wail "Not you, too!" over Justin's singing.
Clothes can tell you what you need to know
In just a single glance
From the way you style your hair
To the colour of your pants
Yes, clothes make the man
It's quite plain to see
That a well dressed man is the best thing to be
Ignacio stood up. "That sort of attitude from my own grandson!" he said in mock horror. He continued
Clothes have nothing to do with it
What matters is inside
Who cares what shirt you're wearing?
It cannot be denied
Clothes don't make the man
Hear what I say
That sort of thing doesn't matter today
The Suarez men looked at Betty. "Well?" they asked. "What do you think?"
She found herself singing
I'm sorry Dad, but I agree
With Justin's expression
I think that clothes can play a part
In a good impression
Then, seeing her father's face drop, she continued
Clothes make the man
But we'll help you there
It's really quite simple – just dress with more care
The melody quickened to a jazzy tempo, and trumpets blasted as Betty and Justin adjusted Ignacio, and sung
Some stitching here, a tuck there
You'll look really sharp
It isn't much, but it will do
At least it's a start
Yes, clothes make the man
The type you wanna be
Clothes make the man…
Ignacio finished
And the man is me!
Then Betty, Justin, and Mr Suarez fell back onto the couch, laughing.